godfather

Meng Xiaobei came home that night with a stack of money, climbed directly to the upper bunk, and stuffed money, knives, etc. under his pillow and quilt.He turned somersaults on the upper bunk and took the big roof, but the ceiling was not high enough, so his calf directly poked the roof and shot straight down!He hangs to the edge of the bed and rolls back on the bed, hugging the pillow, using the pillow as his little daddy's face, kissing "Bobobobo", the excitement and satisfaction are indescribable.

Ma Baochun was boiling traditional Chinese medicine in the kitchen, and the room was filled with a strong and bitter smell. He babbled to her two sons: "You two brothers are not cured, you are not at home, and you are not reviewing your homework. I don't know what I am doing all day. It seems that I am in the third year of high school." Yes, I think even the big book is hanging, can our local college record our two brothers?"

Meng Jianmin has recently been bedridden to recuperate and take medicine, and he can't afford to take care of his two eldest sons who are wilting, have ideas, and have legs.Ma Baochun said: "Meng Xiaobei is just painting. When he comes home, he shuts the door and closes the door to paint...and Meng Xiaojing, you are so good. You went to our Xi'an City Theater to play tricks? You helped your mother too. Playing tricks! I work five days a week and take care of your busy dad, Meng Xiaojing. If you can do extra tricks in our house and bring water to boil Chinese medicine, you will be the most precious son in our family!..."

The father is happy in bed.Panting heavily, Meng Jianmin joked, "Our second son is going to be a movie star, and maybe he will be admitted to Beijing Film Academy in the future."

Ma Baochun said carelessly: "Just him, hehehe, he can still take the 'Northern Film' exam?... Do you mean the Xi'an Shadow Puppet Troupe outside our northern city? Ours is also 'Northern Film', I think this 'Northern Film' depends on Spectrum."

After washing a melon, Ma Baochun rummaged through the drawer, "Hey, where's our watermelon knife?"

"Why did our knife disappear?!"

Meng Xiaobei heard it on the bed, rolling happily: "My mother, our knife haha..."

Meng Jianmin and his wife never imagined where his second son would get in the exam and what path he would take. Of course, they also didn't expect what Meng Xiaobei would become in the future.

In the evening, Meng Xiaobei quietly returned the knife to the kitchen, and went to the parents' room. The good son bowed his head and pursed his lips and handed in the money: "Dad, Mom, I earned some small money outside."

Meng Jianmin and Ma Baochun looked at the paper bag of money spread out on the bed, and really didn't expect that you earned it by painting? ... What kind of paintings do you draw that can be sold for a ticket for a bed?

Meng Jianmin's eyes widened, then narrowed again, two deep wrinkles appeared on the side of his face, he couldn't believe it, but his heart was very excited again: "Meng Xiaobei, the portrait of Chairman Mao on the Beijing Tower, the painting of that Do you know how much you are paid for painting?... The organization only gave that old painter 150 yuan!"

The corner of Meng Xiaobei's mouth curled up, and he smiled like a young man, holding his head high: "The times have changed a long time ago, don't you mention those things back then."

Ma Baochun took out his presbyopic glasses and put them on, counting the wad of money over and over again: "Xiaobei, you, you are painting this now? The money is earned, you earn your mother's and my salary for half a year, but your third year of high school homework is not enough. What should I do if it is almost useless?"

Meng Jianmin waved his hand to tell his wife to stop, don't say anything.

Meng Jianmin reached out and patted Meng Xiaobei's shoulder, and said for a while, "Son, you are quite capable and talented. Your father doesn't dare to say things that hold you back now. I'm especially afraid that he will be like you when he blocked Meng Xiaojing's way. I've delayed you both... Xiaobei, let me tell you this, your father's ability is limited, and he can't help you. How to develop in the future depends on you. If you really have this ability, you can rely on painting. It’s true that you can support your family and start a business for the rest of your life! You have to think about your future path yourself.”

The couple kept the money in a passbook and opened the account in Meng Xiaobei's name.

Meng Xiaobei said politely: "You spend so much money on medical treatment, let's buy you medicine."

"No, I don't need yours. The factory will reimburse me." Meng Jianmin said with a smile: "The money will be kept in your name for you to keep, and your parents will never embezzle any of your earnings. If you put it in your hands, you will have money." They all bought cigarettes and trashed them!"

Meng Xiaobei was startled, and rubbed his foot on his calf: "Huh?... how can anyone have it!"

Meng Jianmin laughed and said: "You think your father can't smell the smoky smell on your body from time to time? I can smell which brand you smoke! Do you smoke 'Xiangshan' or 'Daqianmen' in Beijing?"

Meng Xiaobei bowed his head, smiled obediently, and hurriedly flattered his father: "Hehe, I usually smoke Xiangshan to save money. Daqianmen is too expensive, and my godfather smokes Dazhonghua, which is very high-end! Dad, come down!" Come back to me and buy a pair of Great China to honor you!!"

Feeling relieved, Meng Jianmin rubbed his head: "Okay, okay! Remember to buy cigarettes in the future to honor your godfather."

Meng Xiaobei did not dare to respond to these words, lowered his eyes, thinking that I will buy a house in the future to honor my little father... I want to "marry" with Shaotang.

Meng Jianmin still didn't forget to ask in a low voice: "Son, let's discuss something with you. As long as we know about your earning money, don't show off to Meng Xiaojing. You also know that your brother is very strong. He runs around for three yuan a day. , Five yuan, get a box lunch, and you will get back five hundred at once, I am afraid that he will be unbalanced, unable to accept it, and the mental pressure is too great. Don't say it, okay?"

Meng Xiaobei nodded: "I know, I won't tell."

Not long after Meng Xiaobei came to Xi'an, he couldn't keep his mouth shut, and finally told Shaotang about his father's illness.

Shaotang also explained Meng Jianmin's condition to the old lady and old man of the Meng family.Of course, I didn't dare to describe it so evilly. I only said that there was a small amount of fluid in the lungs due to the work-related injury. Now I am taking medicine to recuperate. I never dared to mention the operation of pleural puncture every year. It is too sad to hear.

Mrs. Meng still cares about her son who has suffered a lot of misfortune. Even if she is not around all year round and relies on each other, the unique and irreplaceable position of her son in her heart has been gradually replaced by her grandson Beibei... Grandma Meng sometimes sits on the bedside at night , Watching short soap operas in Taiwanese parents, such as "One Cut Plum", "The Star Knows My Heart" and so on, watching and watching, being touched by the plot on TV, slowly shed tears, wiped it with my sleeve, and felt sad from my heart, "My Poor son...Jianmin..."

Shaotang sent many supplements and nutrition products to Meng Jianmin from Beijing, and even asked experts about which medicine was the best and what patients with pulmonary edema could take to relieve symptoms.Shaotang sent home imported deep-sea fish oil spirulina protein powder, Northeast mushrooms and various mountain delicacies, as well as nutritional oral liquid.

As the summer vacation draws to a close, Shaotang took the opportunity of a business trip to Xi'an.

Early that morning, Meng Xiaobei was dressed cleanly. He went to the barber shop to get his hair styled and blown up before waiting for Tangtang at the station.Shaotang came up from the steps of the platform, took three steps at a time, and walked out of the station, both sides saw each other at a glance.

Shaotang's hair was shaved and shortened, his temples and the back of his head were shaved so that his bluish-white scalp was exposed, and he had the temperament of a soldier of that generation more and more.The military jacket was draped over his shoulders, and when he was striding through the crowd at the train station, his aura made the people around him stop and raise their heads, paying attention, subconsciously avoiding him, and making way for him.If a man wants to have aura and aura, he needs 30 years of age experience to be at the bottom of his body. Young boys can't show that aura.

Meng Xiaobei was the complete opposite. His hair grew longer and longer, reaching the limit allowed by the school rules.The hair curtain covered half of his face, and his slender eyes behind the hair curtain faintly flashed a friendship that outsiders could not see.

The two looked at each other from a distance, Xiaobei waved his hand, and walked towards each other quickly without saying a word, and hugged him tightly without saying a word.

The four arms of the two of them hugged each other hard into their arms. The tighter they were, the more they could feel the pain bursting deep in the pleura and the throbbing heartbeat in the chest cavity.Meng Xiaobei sniffed the smell in the collar of Shaotang's military uniform, and he could tell by the smell that his little father's smell was exactly the same as when we parted, it hadn't changed, there was no one else.

The two hugged in the densely populated train station hall, and countless people hurried past around them, and no one raised any objections. It was a normal hug between brothers or comrades-in-arms.Meng Xiaobei was already as tall as Shaotang, and his shoulders were at the same level when they hugged. There was no sense of disobedience between the two genuine men.When they parted, they touched their foreheads slightly, and Meng Xiaobei's heart throbbed in pain.He clearly felt Shaotang's chest shaking, and saw that he had grown taller again, and Shaotang's eyes glistened.

Within a minute of meeting each other, I quickly regained the good times of those ten years, and my heart has never been separated.

After a hasty "intimacy" in embarrassment, Shaotang returned to his usual face, embracing Xiaobei with one arm and carrying his luggage with the other, then he turned around and casually greeted a colleague a few steps away, "Xiao Zhang, let's go, someone will pick you up outside the station. "

It was only then that Meng Xiaobei realized that there were still people in the same company!He suddenly felt uncomfortable, with his hands in his pockets, he didn't dare to touch Shaotang at all, and he walked with his head buried. The young boy was shy, and lowered his head and used the hair curtain to cover his red face just right.Instead, Shaotang held his head high and held his chest high all the way, without shaking the hand that hugged Meng Xiaobei, calm and composed, and greeted his colleagues, "This is my nephew, the baby of our family."

Meng Xiaobei asked: "Do you live in my house?"

Shaotang said: "I came here on a business trip. I wrote a letter of introduction and stayed in a hotel."

Meng Xiaobei said: "It's great that you live in our house, it's convenient, lively, and my dad misses you too."

Shaotang walked in the hall and looked ahead: "It's not 'convenient' to live at home."

Meng Xiaobei asked, "What are you here for?"

Shaotang said two words in a hoarse voice: "I'll deal with you."

I haven't seen each other for a whole year, and every time my godfather opened his mouth, his voice was deep and gentle, and every sentence pierced his heart.Meng Xiaobei felt that both of his legs were weak, and the breath that 360 Wu Tian was holding on to alone was suddenly vented by Shaotang!He wanted to say, Tangtang, you get rid of me quickly... I miss you so much.

Shaotang ran business in Xi'an for two days and didn't show up.The arsenal is facing restructuring. It cooperates with the Beijing Armed Police Logistics Corps to build a semi-military and semi-private car factory. The military invests as a representative. The arsenal is directly put into production, and there are internal approvals and tax incentives for the army.Shaotang rushed to Meng Jianmin's house on the third day.In the past, I didn’t have good conditions in Xigou, so I always went to the sour soup noodles made by my sister-in-law. This time, I specially invited the whole family of four to have a meal at the time-honored Xi’an restaurant.

Shaotangzai carefully asked about Meng Jianmin's medical treatment and reimbursement situation, and said that your factory treats old workers quite well. In short, this matter, you will die. The mouth said that it is only two or three years or give you a number and then take care of the rest.If there are any changes in the future, you tell me, let's find a way, take the medicine as it is, and don't be picky and reluctant to spend money.

The corners of Meng Jianmin's eyes were full of vicissitudes when he smiled, and he looked like he was more than 20 years older than Shaotang.Meng Jianmin said, "I will survive another year, so that the college entrance examination will not be delayed. The two of them will go to college and start their own businesses. They don't care what happens in the future. I don't need them to care about anything in the future. I will never delay my son. .”

Shaotang wanted to say that you really don't need to drag your son down with money, your business is a matter between our old brothers, if you have something to say, you can talk to me, and you can find me with money!Don't worry about the juniors.

However, before he could say anything, he felt awkward. Whenever he saw Meng Jianmin, he subconsciously pulled himself into the position of being a father of the same generation as the other party. When he turned his head and looked at his Beibei, he immediately felt conflicted and unwilling...

Shaotang brought the medicine prescribed by Meng Jianmin's eldest sister.His elder sister and in-laws are both retired veteran cadres in Beijing. Their salaries are very high, and the state pays all medical treatment without spending a penny. They can also prescribe all kinds of imported medicines without restrictions, so they ordered a woven bag for Meng Jianmin in the name of the old man. The medicine is enough for a year and a half.Meng Jianmin is now in poor health and takes medicine as a meal, and the daily dose of medicine is almost greater than his appetite.

Suddenly, Meng Jianmin was so academically sour, he couldn't get rid of this thin face: "It's not suitable for so many. I use the old cadre quota to prescribe medicine. I am taking advantage of the country."

"I don't know what veteran cadres are?" Shaotang vented happily: "If I took advantage, I still feel ashamed. Jianmin, you can justifiably take advantage of the country. You Who is it? You have contributed to socialism for 30 years, and the candle is almost burning dry. Now that the country’s economy has been invigorated, opened up, and the society is developed, it’s time for socialism to repay you. You don’t need any psychological burden, understand Jianmin?”

Meng Jianmin sighed sincerely: "My sisters... still miss me."

Shaotang squeezed the man's elbow: "The whole family misses you, and I hope you can recover from your illness. The old lady is especially nagging at you... Parents' love for their son is always the most sincere and true."

Meng Jianmin said quietly: "Your godson is very promising now. We have earned money at home, and we will save it for him. In the future, you will help your godson plan and plan for future development."

Shaotang suddenly had a proud expression on his face, and his face flushed from drinking: "I heard that the bad boy showed off to me early in the morning!"

Before Shaotang came, on the phone, Meng Xiaobei tilted his head and said arrogantly, "Shaotang, come to Daxi'an quickly, and I will reimburse you the round-trip train ticket for travel expenses."

Shaotang said: "No, I will be reimbursed in the army."

Meng Xiaobei said: "Then I will book a hotel for you in advance, and I will book you! Shaotang, give me a chance, let me also hide, hide, hide in the golden house, what should a man say? ……Ha ha ha ha……"

Shaotang laughed and scolded him on the phone, "Little bastard, give me your ass..."

The next day, Meng Jianmin and his wife deliberately "assigned" Meng Xiaobei to accompany Shaotang on behalf of the whole family to visit the tourist attractions in Xi'an City.

Meng Jianmin knew that the relationship between Xiaobei and Shaotang was extraordinary, and their friendship surpassed that of father and son.Meng Jianmin was very grateful to Shaotang at that time. If it wasn't for the fact that his godfather was so fond of cultivation and was willing to spend a month's salary for his son to buy painting paper and paint for his son, Meng Xiaobei would never be where he is today.Shaotang's kindness to his family's Xiaobei is not only for nurturing, but also for shaping a bright future and a unique path for the child, so that Meng Xiaobei will not fall on his lack of strategic vision and foresight. Father's hand.

The two finally had a chance to be alone.Striding down the street, in the sunshine, the sky above the ancient city becomes bright and charming, and the sky is as blue as a huge pure crystal.

When Shaotang walks now, he doesn't pinch Xiaobei's neck, it's too tall and it's inconvenient to reach.Now he is used to holding Meng Xiaobei's elbow, gently rubbing the hollow of the elbow with one finger.Meng Xiaobei found that Shaotang liked to pinch his bones here and there, as if he had been thinking about the day when he would be torn apart, completely torn apart...

Meng Xiaobei said: "Shaotang, you are a rich man, you can eat 80 yuan for a meal, and your big fat sheep is slaughtered again, can you go there!"

Shaotang said earnestly: "You guys don't understand how the world is handled by a big family. I invite your parents, mother and brother to have a formal meal, how can I not show up?"

Meng Xiaobei shook his head: "We can't get enough snacks in Xi'an City? Let's go, go to the workshop and make steamed buns!"

Shaotang snorted, "Paomo...isn't that enough?"

Meng Xiaobei smiled: "Haha."

The two of them went to the city to take a bus and stood in the carriage, with the backs of their hands touching each other quietly, using the hairs of their forearms to tease their missing.When the bus started, black smoke mixed with the smell of gasoline rushed in, and the carriage shook violently. Meng Xiaobei lost his balance and threw himself on Shaotang's shoulder, being hugged.

Meng Xiaobei just lay in each other's arms, leaning sideways, turned their faces away from each other and didn't speak, not wanting to move their posture...

Xiao Bei was chewing on the new gadget his godfather brought him, bubble gum.The bubble gum wrapped in red paper was given by a friend in Hong Kong, and it was only launched in China later.The two chewed bubble gum facing each other, like two children with novelty eyes.

This is the only time Shaotang feels the most relaxed, happy from the bottom of his heart, as if he was ten years younger and returned to the free sky of Xigou.There was a clear pool in front of him, and he saw the handsome, unrestrained and flamboyant self ten years ago in the pool.Why does he care so much about Meng Xiaobei and love this boy?Meng Xiaobei is the path he has traveled in these years, the years that cannot be erased, and he is himself ten years ago.

The two exchanged glances on the bus.Shaotang stroked the gum nimbly with his tongue, popped, blew a bubble, and burst, the little mole on his lips trembled, and he smiled handsomely.

Meng Xiaobei also played.

puff--

He is too close to Shaotang!The bubble exploded with a loud puff, and stuck to half of someone's face!

Shaotang let out a muffled "uh" and covered his face, sticky...

In the carriage, everyone around looked back at the two of them making fools of themselves, happy.

Shaotang pinched his knuckles and forced Meng Xiaobei to get out of the car and leave.Meng Xiaobei covered his face and burst out laughing, saying godfather, I was wrong...

The two went to the Muslim snack gathering place near North Guangji Street in Dapiyuan, walked from the east end to the west end, and walked several streets.The small alleys are deep, crowded with people, the shops on both sides of the road are scattered and compact, and the eaves are low and press shoulders.Accompanied by the heroic yelling of men from the northwest in the alley, the old man with a white hat and long beard carefully cut out bean stuffed rice cakes with a knife in his hand.

Shaotang subconsciously grasped Xiaobei's wrist, tightly, holding hands in the crowd, fearing that they would be separated, the crowd's feet were covered with loess, and a pale yellow rose at the end of the street.

Xiaobei said: "There is Lao Mi's in Xiyang City, and Lao Liu's in Beiguangji Street. Which one do you want to eat?"

Shaotang said, it's better to eat from Lao Liu's house, it's delicious.The two of them each got a big bowl in the old Liu's shop, and two steamed buns that were scorched on the outside and tough on the inside, and sat in a small seat by the window, breaking the buns.Shaotang broke it proficiently and carefully, looked up at the Xiaobei bowl, and said with a sneer, "Are you Lao Shan, what did you break?"

Meng Xiaobei said: "Hey, you are the same as Meng Xiaojing. If you break a bun, you must break it into a honey head. Let me tell you, you have to use the soup to break the bun. My soup wide bun is big!"

Shaotang laughed: "I've never seen one broken into a piece bigger than my thumbnail!"

The two got up and went to the counter to pass the bowl, but that day they ran into a very stubborn old chef wearing a white hat in the store, who was the head chef in the store.The master chef took a look at Shaotang's bowl, put it away to cook the soup with satisfaction, then glanced at Meng Xiaobei's, and said with distaste: "You can't break this bun, break it again!"

Meng Xiaobei: "Why can't it work? I'll just eat like this!"

The master chef waved the spoon and said earnestly: "The breaking is too bad, how can I cook it for you. You are not from the local area, so go to the table next to you to learn!"

Meng Xiaobei yelled aggrievedly: "Is the hunger from our Xi'an locals!"

Shaotang laughed loudly, and returned to the table with his arms around Meng Xiaobei: "It's too embarrassing! I'll break it for you!..."

Meng Xiaobei was born in the northwest, but he didn't grow up in the northwest. He spent most of his youth in the imperial capital. When it comes to eating steamed buns, his basic skills are not even as good as Shaotang's.Shaotang broke out another bowl for the big baby.Divide a steamed bun into four parts first, then split each thick corner into two layers, and finally break out a bowl of even and delicate peanut-shaped steamed buns.Xiaobei said embarrassedly, "Aren't you too tired?"

Shaotang said lightly: "I'm not tired, I usually want to do something for you, but I still can't see you."

This big bowl of steamed mutton is the most delicious steamed bun Meng Xiaobei has ever eaten.The soup is bright and delicious, and the vermicelli is tender and smooth. Every mouthful tastes different, and it feels tender when it falls into the stomach.

The "mouthful of soup" that Shaotang asked for was the amount of soup left in the bottom of the bowl after the bun was eaten.The "Water Besieged City" ordered by Meng Xiaobei has a lot of soup in the bowl.The two of them ate half of it, and there was a tacit understanding. Meng Xiaobei and Shaotang exchanged bowls and asked each other to drink soup.He scooped up a spoonful of mutton soup and insisted on feeding it to Shaotang. Shaotang frowned and mouthed, "Don't let people see it", but his mouth had already moved towards him naturally, and he sipped it off in one gulp...

Come out of the paomo shop and go to eat Dingjia crispy pork.The proprietress knew them, the students who often came on weekends, and said enthusiastically, "Hey, it's here again. Didn't your girl's partner come with you?"

Meng Xiaobei: "...Huh?"

A light flashed across Shaotang's eyes, and he took a plate of meat and two bowls of rice, too lazy to bother about these flirtatious things with the little bastard.

Meng Xiaobei stammered, "It's something like that."

The proprietress smiled and asked, "Who is this man?"

Meng Xiaobei smiled and said, "Oh, I... Am I godfather?"

He really wanted to say, what kind of girl companion, this is my real boyfriend.The guy from our family came to visit relatives and see me, lady boss, please don't let me down.

His younger father said to the proprietress straightforwardly, "Two more cups of sour plum soup, I want a big one."

Meng Xiaobei whispered: "Godfather, you are quite knowledgeable and know how to eat."

Shaotang said with arrogance, "I'm the boss of this place, you just came here to travel for two years, eat with me!"

The crispy beef here is tender, tender, and tough, and the two of them emptied the rice.In the scorching heat of Xi’an, eating small crispy meat in a small, low-rise and crowded store with no air conditioning at all, the two big cups of sour plum soup saved their lives, and they had another two cups after drinking...

Shaotang asked Meng Xiaobei at the dinner table: "Your comics are published, show me the contract, what's going on?"

Meng Xiaobei bit his lower lip: "Shaotang, you must think it's unreliable after reading it, and I don't know how their small publishing house got the ISBN, in short, it's a domestic "Transformers" without formal copyright. "

Shaotang frowned and looked at him: "Isn't this the same as copying the idea of ​​other foreign animations?"

Meng Xiaobei shrugged and said, "That's right, you can also think of it as a newly edited sister story, father and son story."

Shaotang said: "In the long run, it's always bad. What if someone investigates it?"

Meng Xiaobei nodded and admitted: "It's really not very authentic. The scripts and drawings are all edited and drawn by myself, but the original rights always belong to the other party. But you have also seen that many of the products you see and create in our daily life The value is a direct copy of the design and concept of foreign brands. Look at the playboy belt worn by Liangliang’s father, with a rabbit logo, is it true? Look at the new building built by the TV station in Beijing, the design is purely our design The concept of teachers, where did they come from? Our country is now open to the outside world, and the first thing that comes in is not a specific valuable commodity, but a new idea and creativity. I especially admire the Japanese and the Americans. Human film and animation production, so I have to learn how to do it step by step!"

Shaotang narrowed his eyes and looked at Meng Xiaobei. He hadn't seen him for a year, and he almost didn't know each other: "Baby, take your time step by step, don't rush."

Meng Xiaobei said: "This is the first time for me to do this, and it will also be the last time. I will definitely not do this in the future."

"This is my beginning. If I become famous, at least I will pull myself out and make up the capital for myself in the future!"

Shaotang wanted to say, the capital, the capital, your father will help you raise the capital, so you don't need to work so hard.

Meng Xiaobei said, I need to find jobs to earn money as soon as possible, and I will move out and live with you when I return to Beijing after my third year of high school...

Wait until the day he becomes self-reliant and has his own source of income, that is, the day he dares to show his cards to his parents and family.He wanted to stand frankly and upright with his little father, fingers crossed, in front of the whole family.

Meng Xiaobei has his own thoughts in his heart, that when the boy grows up and his wings harden, he will have the ambition to leave the nest and start a family.Liangliang once said how lucky Meng Xiaobei is that you have two fathers, and whenever you look back, there is always a "spare tire" waiting for you!However, looking at this matter in reverse, Meng Xiaobei himself knows best, he can also say that he doesn't have a father.

If he hadn't been forced to leave his godfather this time and return to Xi'an for a permanent residence, he wouldn't have had such a strong and urgent idea this year, as if he had figured it out overnight.Meng Jianmin was seriously ill, and he was getting old after all. That was the father he would serve and support in the future; and Shaotang, the father who he directly made his other half, was no longer the one who could wrap him in mud in his arms. Lisa Lai's little daddy who has been rolling around all his life.What will I rely on to stay with Shaotang for the rest of my life?Will it make the other party look down upon or get tired of him?

A young man with a handle, can he grow up on his godfather's milk for the rest of his life?

Shaotang I love you.

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In the evening, Meng Xiaobei took his little dad to the underground video hall he often went to, to watch a half-time all-night movie.

They paid at the door, and Meng Xiaobei was familiar with Lude, so he insisted on paying for it himself.The person standing guard at the door to welcome guests is also a big boy who looks like a high school student, with a handsome appearance.The boss of the video hall lay crookedly on a wire bed inside, smoking a cigarette, squinting sideways, and staring at the boy to collect money.

The boy said, "Four dollars for two people."

Meng Xiaobei said: "Isn't it three yuan? I'm a student, can you give me a discount?"

The boy said, "Discount? Do you have a student ID?"

Meng Xiaobei said: "I've been here many times, you all know me, I didn't bring my student ID with me today."

The two of them talked a lot back and forth, the boy was extremely serious, his mouth was long-winded and he was a mother, as if this was their place and he lost a dime if he didn't charge him, his flesh hurts to death!Like the Industrial and Commercial Bureau and the police station, they insist on verification.

Shaotang generously took out his wallet, so don't fight for just one dollar.The owner of the video studio suddenly jumped up from the wire bed, with a bare back, a pair of low-waisted and large pants hanging on his hips, and a cigarette dangling over: "What's the matter?"

The boss saw that it was indeed a familiar face: "Oh, you, student, three yuan, go in, go in."

Meng Xiaobei glanced at the other party and complained: "Originally, we are a regular customer of No. [-] Middle School, and you guys plan to not let me in!"

The boss bit the cigarette, and dragged the big boy over to block him: "I'm sorry, this is... the new helper, my cousin, I don't know you, hurry up!"

Meng Xiaobei strangled his little father's shoulders and went in. Turning around by chance, he saw the little boss pinching the boy's neck with one hand, rubbing his hair, leaning towards his face with a playful smile and saying something, and then took out the cigarette butt from his mouth. , stuffed into the boy's mouth, and smoked a cigarette intimately.The boy pouted as if complaining to the boss, "The all-night midnight show is still so cheap, you fool, are you just waiting to lose money!!"

Meng Xiaobei walked over and subconsciously looked back at the two of them, couldn't help laughing, you idiot.

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